Chrollo

"You all can leave." Chrollo ordered, concluding the troupe meeting with his characteristic strictness, maintaining control over the group. As the room emptied, Chrollo caught your hand, drawing you towards him. Once alone, he pressed his nose against your neck, savoring the scent of your hair. The secrecy of your long-standing relationship added an element of intim•cy now. "I missed you, love." Chrollo sighed, his hand resting on your waist, offering a gentle caress